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Tara was left to raise her baby on her own. The least I could do was make her feel like a woman again.

“Fuck!”

It was more a grunt than a word, and it tumbled over my lower lip while my right hand squeezed my sticky cock. I looked down and watched a tablespoon of white semen appear from the tip. She gasped as the hot, viscous substance landed on her stomach. I propped myself up with my weary left arm and tried to catch my breath. I looked down at her, sweat droplets formed on her upper lip, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

“Oh shit, my sister’s going to be here in a little bit. Get up,” Tara said in a tone that bore no hint that I’d just fucked her hard.

I pried myself off of her. Tara scooped my spunk off her stomach with a free hand and dashed to the bathroom. When she’d finished cleaning herself off, the house fell silent. I could hear Olivia sleeping peacefully in the back bedroom.

“Get your goddamn clothes on!” Tara scampered around, pulling her own clothes back on, and kicking mine into a pile at my feet. “Beth should be here any second.”

Finally I began to dress myself, and was just putting my shoes back on when I heard the car pull up the driveway. Within seconds I was under the kitchen sink, assuming the position. The door opened seconds later, and the ebullient Beth burst into the kitchen.

“Shh, she’s sleeping, dummy!” Tara lurched into the kitchen from the living room. Beth slapped a hand over her mouth, feigning embarrassment.

Having done my part, I pulled myself from underneath the sink. “Well, that should do it, Tara. It’s not leaking anymore.” I tossed the pliers into the toolbox in the middle of the room. “If it leaks again, just let me know.”

Tara played coy right on cue. “Oh, thank you so much, Paul! You’re a sweetheart. I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ve gotta run to work. Thanks, Beth!” She gave her sister a peck on the cheek and bolted for the door.

I collected my tools and grabbed the doorknob. “Good night, Beth. I hope Olivia doesn’t give you any trouble. She’s been pretty quiet since I’ve been here. Good luck!”

I took my leave before Beth had a chance to say anything. It was still hot outside, even as the August sun was setting. The trip home took 11 seconds on average. I crossed in front of Tara’s house, stepped down on my driveway and stepped up to my own kitchen door. I immediately noticed my wife’s car in the driveway parked behind my own. I opened the door and put on my game face.

“Hi, honey,” I bellowed. Her voice came back almost inaudibly from the bathroom.

“Where were you?”

“Next door. Tara’s kitchen sink was leaking.”

“Did you get it fixed?”

“Yeah, I think so. I hope so. I’m not very good at plumbing, as you know.”

“Oh, I know. What do you want for dinner?”

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Tara and her husband Darren had moved in the year before. I’d regarded them with some suspicion when their moving truck had pulled up last May. Like any normal people would, my wife Michelle and I had watched from behind our bedroom curtains, making snap judgments and assumptions about our new neighbors.

They were a little trashy, to be sure. Darren was your basic white trash guy. He was handsome, actually, but he had long sideburns that somehow weren’t hip, and the perpetual ball cap and free t-shirt attire sat him squarely in the “You Might Be A Redneck If” camp. Tara was also very good looking, and shared her husband’s trashier qualities. She was probably 5’7” with wavy blonde hair and a round, pretty face. She probably would have weighed about 115 pounds, except that she was also 7 months pregnant when they moved in. Michelle and I joked that pregnancy made anyone look trashy.

It was almost a month before I met them. Darren was outside raking late spring debris off the lawn when I got home from work. We made introductions of ourselves, and our absent spouses. He was likable enough, but I wasn’t terribly impressed. Nevertheless, I played the good neighbor and welcomed them to the community.

It was after the birth of the baby before I had a chance to chat with Tara. Olivia was born in July, and the next month our street had a block party. Police closed off our block and all the residents came out with potluck casseroles and chips. I was into my third beer when Tara emerged from their house and sat on the curb beside me, with little baby on her knee. I was surprised how quickly she was getting her body back into shape after giving birth.

I introduced myself formally, and Tara’s warm charm took over. Her voice was scratchy and husky, almost smoky. She spoke at the speed of sound, pouring herself out to Michelle and I. Tara was transparent in that rare way. She held no pretenses, nor was she terribly concerned about offending anyone. I got her life story, the scoop on her family, Darren’s family, her love of partying hard with her girlfriends, and the details of her childbirth experience. Both Michelle and I found her refreshing and fun.

It turns out Darren was in construction, and he worked long hours for most of the year. Winter was quiet, of course, when frozen ground, snowdrifts and below-zero temperatures pretty well shut down the building trade in our area. Tara worked at a battered women’s shelter, or at least she did pre-baby. They seemed happy, and certainly the arrival of baby Olivia was a bright point in Tara’s life. She was adorable, and Michelle and I took turns holding her as the warm afternoon wore on.

It was in the middle of winter when Darren’s truck disappeared for the first time. I had noticed that he hadn’t been around much, but it was while I was out of town on business that my wife got the lowdown. It seems that Darren was a bit of a compulsive gambler. His winter downtime meant that he had too much time on his hands, and his trips to the casino were near daily. We’d heard a few yelling matches coming from next door, but we’d never been able to make out the context. Now it all made sense. Tara had thrown him out, and he was living with his parents across town. Tara was still on maternity leave, so she could take good care of Olivia.

I hadn’t thought highly of Darren before, and now I thought he was a huge asshole. After a few weeks, his truck showed up again, and I figured they’d made up. That lasted about three weeks. After another very loud screamfest, Darren drove off in a rage. I was home alone that night. I felt bad for Tara, and even worse for Olivia, who was crying loudly.

As the snow piled up in February, I noticed that Tara was having a hard time keeping her walk and driveway shoveled. I started plowing out her walk and driveway, since I was already doing my own. I seldom saw her, but she did thank me one time. I told her not to worry about it.

It was early March when I heard a knock at the door. Michelle answered it, and it was Tara. Her dryer had stopped working, and she was wondering if I might be able to look at it.

“I’d be happy to. But you do know that I’m an HR manager, not a mechanical engineer, right?”

Tara laughed. “You couldn’t be any worse than me. I’m such an idiot with house things.”

I grabbed my toolbox and followed her next door. Thankfully, the problem was simple and was quickly fixed. Tara was grateful.

“Any time, Tara. I don’t want to pry, but I know you’re on your own these days. Whatever we can do to help, just let us know. Seriously.”

Tara’s eyes filled with tears and she turned away. I didn’t mean to embarrass her, and I put on my coat.

“I’m sorry, Paul. You’re right, of course. Darren is probably not coming back. And I know I need some help. I’m a proud person, and accepting help is not easy.”

I nodded and let myself out. Michelle was very proud of me, both for having helped a damsel in distress, and for having actually fixed something. I told her about the brief conversation, and Michelle was very supportive of my offer.

“Absolutely. I know what she means. She’s a tough little gal. But she and Olivia are vulnerable now. I’m glad she’s come to realize that she might need a hand now and again.”

“I pretty much told her I’d try to take care of anything that came along. I guess I have to be the man of two households now.”

“That’s fine, as long as you don’t forget which one is yours,” Michelle concluded with a wink.

My chivalry earned me some good sex that night. Michelle gave me an amazing blowjob, and as I watched my cock sliding in and out of my wife’s mouth, I pictured my neighbor’s face, her rounded hips and slender frame, her milk-swollen breasts. I closed my eyes, and the sucking sounds coming from my pecker in Michelle’s mouth filled my ears. I felt her hand on my balls, and she pulled me deep into her throat. I winced as my load moved through my shaft and burst from the head. Michelle got the first volley in her mouth, and coughed. She pulled my erupting phallus from her mouth, and beat me off onto her chest. The remaining cum sprayed widely across her C cup breasts. I caressed Michelle’s face lovingly. I ate her pussy while my cock recovered, and after I’d made her come, we rolled over and went to sleep.

Two weeks later, Tara called with another home repair emergency. This one was electrical – a broken light fixture in the bathroom. It was early on a Saturday afternoon, and Michelle had just left to work the second shift, and wouldn’t be home until after 10pm.

I traipsed across the snowy lawn and rang the doorbell. Tara answered, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a baby t-shirt. Olivia was crying in the background.

“Hi, Paul, thanks a ton. I tried changing the bulbs out, but it still won’t work.”

I checked out the fixture, then checked the circuit breaker box. I determined that the aged fixture needed replacing.

“Just pick out whatever you want. I trust your style judgment. Just not brass, okay?”

“Sure thing. I’ll be back in a half-hour.”

It took me about two hours to get a new fixture and put it in. But it worked, and Tara didn’t hate the look of it. She thanked me profusely and offered to pay me.

“Just for the fixture. It was thirty bucks. You can give me a beer, if you have any.”

“Yeah, Darren left some in the fridge. Hold on.”

She came back with two twenty-dollar bills and a can of cheap beer.

“Keep the change, Paul. I’m sure I’ll have some more chores for you before too long.”

I went back home and tried not to think about Tara’s lovely face. It didn’t work; I was masturbating within minutes. It was 4:30 in the afternoon, and the phone rang right as I emptied my balls into a Kleenex.

I cleaned myself up, grabbed my toolbox and dashed next door. I opened the side door and walked into the kitchen.

“Back here, Paul!”

I followed her voice through the living room and back into the bathroom.

“It’s the tub drain. I was bathing Olivia and it wouldn’t drain.”

I looked down into the tub and saw the soapy water a few inches deep. Tara slipped around me and left the room. I got on my knees and started working.

Once I got the drain unclogged and washed off my hands, I left the bathroom and headed for the door. Tara’s voice stopped me.

“Hey, can you come up here real quick before you go?” Her voice came from the upper floor.

I ascended the carpeted steps to the master bedroom. At the top of the stairs I turned and walked toward the bedroom. I saw the bed, and Tara laying on it. When I got close enough I noticed she was completely naked. I stopped short of the bed, unsure of what was going on.

“I need you inside of me. I need to feel the touch of a man. A real man. That fucking asshole has been gone for months. Even when he was here he was so turned off by the fact that I’d just delivered his goddamn baby he wouldn’t even touch me. I know I’m not perfect, but I’m still sexy, aren’t I?”

“Jesus, Tara, you’re beautiful. But I’m married. I can’t be with you.”

“Paul, I’m just asking you to fuck me. I don’t want to marry you. You told me if I need anything, and I need to get laid.”

“Tara…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell Michelle.”

“I don’t know, Tara…” My voice trailed off as I watched Tara begin to touch herself. Her hands coursed over her breasts and across her stomach. There were the faintest traces of stretch marks on her otherwise perfect skin. The dim afternoon light filtering in through the curtains washed her body in warm rays of orange. I could see her nipples standing out from her breasts, taut and firm. She passed her hands over her crotch. Thin wisps of blond hair were aglow with light. She casually stroked her labia, not lewd or crass, but tender and vulnerable.

My cock was of course straining painfully against my jeans. My hands itched to touch her body. My mouth went dry. Tara seemed to notice my involuntary reactions. She sat up and started unbuckling my belt. I didn’t stop her.

Tara pulled my penis from my boxers and wasted no time. She stroked it tenderly, as if she hadn’t seen one in years. She ran her fingers over it, appraising it, getting to know its personality. I admired her attention. She pressed it to her face, breathing in and absorbing the fleshy scent. Then she popped it into her mouth.

I looked down as she sucked my cock into her throat. I had fantasized about this moment for some time, never actually imagining it would become reality. Tara was an amazing cocksucker, seeming to enjoy it almost as much as I did. I touched her face and felt my slippery dick going into her mouth. I ran my fingers across her bare shoulders and back. I also gave up any intention to stop this event from happening.

I stopped her, motioning her to lie down on her back. I crawled between her legs, kissing her thighs, her stomach, her breasts and her neck. We kissed hotly, and my achingly hard cock bumped her pussy. Tara cooed, thrilled by the accidental contact. Not ready to go there just yet, I sucked on her tongue, pulling a throaty moan from my neighbor. I pulled myself up and settled my face between her slender thighs. The spicy scent emanating from her crotch was intoxicating.

I hadn’t even opened my mouth to lick her when I felt her hands on my head. It was all the encouragement I needed, and I pressed my tongue against her smooth labia. They parted easily, and her level of arousal was quickly evident. A flood of wetness enveloped my tongue, and I began to make love to Tara with my lips and mouth. She was very verbal, cooing and challenging me, with her husky voice and strong hands on my head.

I lapped at her clit, and she lifted her hips off the bed. She gave a primitive grunt and jammed her pussy against my face. Slowly, carefully, I brought my neighbor to orgasm. Finally, Tara came hard against my face, grinding her sopping twat to my mouth. Her hips came way off the bed, and her hands grasped by head with passionate strength.

When she released my head, I sucked in a few lungsful of air, and crawled on top of her.

“How do you want it, Tara? It’s your show.”

“Oh just fuck me, Paul. We’re going to do this a lot. I’ll get my way eventually. Just get it in me. Now.”

I grasped my cock and sent it home. Tara gasped at the sudden intrusion, but it turned into a purr. I pushed myself all the way into her, feeling my pubic bone land solidly against hers. It was great sex, and it was frenzied sex. I had never been with a woman so hungry. She was thrilled to have me inside her. Tara wrapped her shapely legs around my back, humping me right back as I thrust myself into her.

Oddly, I was consumed by the thought that this woman had delivered a baby through the vagina that I was now slamming into. Without missing a stroke, I mentally measured Olivia’s head and tried to imagine Tara’s pussy stretching to those dimensions. I expected her cunt to be looser somehow, still stretched out. I had never had sex with a mother before, though secretly it had been a fantasy for some time. Still, her twat was warm and tight and in every other way a normal vagina. I brought myself back to the moment and looked down at my neighbor underneath me. She was breathing hard. Her hands were cold on my back.

“Am I too heavy? Am I crushing you?” I asked in a moment of concern.

“Of course not. Just shut the fuck up and keep going,” Tara hissed.

I thought for a minute that she was disappointed, and not having any fun. But then she squealed with lusty delight and sucked my bottom lip into her mouth.

“Jesus, this feels good. Oh, I needed this,” she panted.

I wanted to make it memorable, in case it never happened again. I sat up and grabbed her legs, unhooking them from behind me. I held her ankles up and sat back on my feet. I slid my hips forward, ramming my cock deep into Tara’s hungry pussy. Tara instinctively put her hand on her clit and started rubbing. I ran my hands across her thighs, stomach and breasts.

I watched her face and saw it contort. I imagined orgasm was around the corner. I moved harder against her, fucking Tara with a ferocity bordering on cruelty. She responded with even more lusty sounds. Suddenly her hands burst up and pulled me on top of her.

“Fuck, I’m coming, Paul. Shit! Go, go go go go. Hard! Fuck me.”

I pounded her, the bed frame squeaking conspicuously as my full weight crashed down over and over. Tara let out a long sustained sound, not a cry and not a word, just a tone. I felt her body shudder beneath me as it was wracked with climax. I kept my ferocious rhythm until I felt her body go slack beneath me.

“You can come now, whenever you want to. Just pull out, okay?” It was almost perfunctory, as if I was the mailman dropping off a parcel.

My own orgasm came quickly after that, now that I wasn’t concentrating on satisfying my next-door neighbor. I made a few grunts, trying to sound manly. Against every instinct in my body, I reached down and pulled my pecker from her slippery warm hole at the peak of ecstasy. I put it on her pubis and immediately it exploded with cum.

Tara gasped and looked down at the cum pulsing from my cock.

“Shit, I missed it! I love that.” Her voice was giddy like a fascinated child.

I grunted with orgasm. “What? You missed what?”

“Watching you come. It’s a huge fucking turn-on. I’m going to make you jack off for me, too.”

At that moment, Olivia started crying downstairs. We both started laughing. The whole situation was so ridiculous.

“Girlfriend, what is it now?” Tara asked out loud. “Grab me a tissue or something, will ya?”

I pulled myself off of her hand fetched a sock off the floor.

“Fine, that’ll work.” Tara wiped my goo from her belly. “See you later, stranger.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me, her tongue lingering in my mouth. “I’ve gotta feed her. My tits are about to burst.” She covered her hard nipples and disappeared downstairs. I was left standing in front of the bed with my pants at my ankles. I looked down at my shrinking cock in the fading blue light.

I helped Tara a lot after that. After we ran out of things to fix, I started making improvement to the house – replacing old door trim, re-caulking the tub, putting together some-assembly-required furniture for Olivia’s room. I actually had to do a lot of that stuff, of course. It wasn’t all sex. But it was a lot of sex.

Tara was a profoundly sexual person, but it lacked the emotional connection of a spouse or a girlfriend. Which, I guess in retrospect, was perfect. She wasn’t possessive or jealous or even terribly affectionate. She just liked getting fucked, and having me around the house just enough to feel like she wasn’t alone in the world. She needed company, and a hard cock.

My wife’s busy work schedule made this easier, of course. I could usually get one in right after work if I got home early enough. But we didn’t want to push our luck. Weekends were almost a guarantee.

I peeled my face from between her legs. I wanted to get my cock in her mouth, for certain, but I was also in the mood for some more foreplay on her body. I’m not sure why, but I was feeling particularly touchy that day.

I crawled up her frame, but stopped at her breasts. I took one gently into my mouth.

“You know what happens if you do that,” Tara cautioned unnecessarily.

After a few seconds of gentle sucking, I felt the warm sweet milk begin to flow. I swallowed a small mouthful and continued sucking.

“Uhhmmm, shit,” Tara cooed. “Be gentle.”

I switched to the other nipple, and the milk flowed quickly again.

“You are such an asshole,” Tara teased. “Stealing from a baby, you’ve got a lot of nerve.”

I sucked a few more gulps of Tara’s breastmilk, then finally released her tender nipple from my lips. I stood on the bed naked. Tara sat up.

“Hey, fuck my mouth. We haven’t done that in a while.” Her capacity to make nasty shit sound totally boring was still miraculous to me.

I took hold of Tara’s head and moved my aching cock into Tara’s open mouth. I felt it hit the back of her throat, and she suppressed a gag. She put one hand on my ass and the other between my legs, stroking my scrotum. I started thrusting. Tara’s lips wrapped around my tool, and her tongue danced across the head.

After a minute of gently fucking her mouth, Tara’s grip on my balls increased, and she pulled me deeper and faster into her mouth. I was amazed at how good she was at this. I was feeling like a porn star and opened my mouth for some filthy talk when she gagged badly. I pulled out, and a huge stream of saliva came with.

I ignored the bad grammar, instead reaching around and playing with her clit. She bucked wildly and came almost right away.

“Paul, you sure now how to push a girl’s buttons. Does your wife think you’re the greatest lover of our time?”

“Shut the fuck up, Tara. I’m gonna come!”

Tara bolted forward and spun around.

“Shoot it on my tummy again. God, I love this part.”

She squealed like a girl as my cum sprayed across her abdomen. Almost on cue, Olivia stirred downstairs. I laughed.

“You realize, Tara, that we’ve never even come close to getting caught by my wife, but your damn daughter breaks us up every time.”

Michelle and I had the girls over for dinner once a month or so. Tara was glad to not have to cook for herself, and Olivia loved getting out of the house and seeing new things. Tara was always completely normal, and Michelle never even got a hint that Tara and I knew each other a little too well.

By May I was a little worried that 10-month old Olivia might start to think of me as Daddy, since I was always around and always having sex with her mother. But Tara didn’t seem worried, so I tried to forget about it.

In the meantime, Tara had decided to go back to work. Darren apparently wasn’t ready for divorce, but he was kind enough to deposit a decent chunk of money every month in Tara’s checking account. Still, Tara was getting restless from all this time at home, and she didn’t want to rely on the man who had already proven himself unreliable. So, she arranged with her sister Beth to stay overnights at Tara’s place four nights a week. Tara returned to the shelter on the night shift, and Olivia was none the wiser.

The downside was considerably less extramarital sex for me, but I didn’t bear any grudge. We just got more creative, both in scheduling and in the bedroom.

“Jesus, Paul, I’ll never get tired of your cock in my pussy,” Tara said matter-of-factly in afternoon as she bounced up and down. Milk droplets formed on her nipples, and occasionally dripped onto my chest.

“You promise?” I joked, and slapped her playfully on the ass.

“Tell you what. You get me off in the next sixty seconds, I’ll let you fuck me up the ass.”

I laughed, assuming she was joking. She bit her lip.

“I’m fucking serious. You want my tail? Get me off!”

I wrapped my arms around her, and sat upright. I flipped her over and sank myself deep.

I pressed my thumb into her clit and pumped my hips, plying Tara’s slit with my engorged cock. I landed my full weight against her pubis, crushing her clit. She gasped. It took only 25 seconds to bring Tara to orgasm with that technique. I’m not myself a hard sex guy, but since it was her kink, I was willing to push the envelope. Besides, I was a few seconds away from sinking my cock into a woman’s anus. I figured it was worth it.

“Jesus, that was fast! I guess my offer turned you on.”

I kissed her deeply. “Time to give up the booty.”

Tara nodded and shot me an evil grin. “I bet if you lick my ass it’ll get wet enough to let you in…”

“God, you’re filthy, Tara.”

“And you’re filthy enough to do it. Lick my butthole, Paul, so you can fuck it.”

My cock made a gross sucking sound as it slipped from her twat. She threw her legs up over her head and spread her ass cheeks with her hands.

“Suck on it, Paul. It’s clean.”

I rolled my eyes at her and she laughed. I buried my face in her cheeks, licking at sucking her small puckered hole. I stroked it and tongued it, tickling and teasing, trying to worm my tongue into her space. She moaned the whole time. I reached in and buried my left middle finger all the way in. She cursed and groaned. I worked it around to loosen her up, then removed it.

“Okay, good enough. Stick it in.”

I popped up and pressed my bloated cockhead against her tiny asshole. It took some effort, but we eventually got it in.

“Whoo, I feel full! I think I’ll need to sit on the toilet after this,” Tara laughed. It was a very absurd situation.

I started pumping, and she was having a blast just getting used to the sensation. So was I, as a matter of fact. I didn’t last long, and I emptied myself into her rectum.

“You fucker, you didn’t let me watch,” she teased.

“Oh, I think you’ll get another chance. We’ll be doing this one again.”